Own Nothing.
Eight.
Hermione stood in front of the stove, pushing the food around in the pan with the spatula. The stir fry sizzled as she added more sauce. She could hear Alan humming to the music playing on the radio, singing only to the chorus. He was setting the table for their romantic dinner. They had wine that he picked from her collection, and and music adding to the mood.
It has been two months since Hermione's last mission, since her accident. The children were on break, and Hermione shipped them off to stay at Harry's. Maria was all to excited to see Teddy's side of the family and to learn about the Wizardry world.
So they had the house to themselves, no interruptions to bother them. Hermione smiled as Alan came over and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. He kissed her on the cheek. "Why don't you ever let me cook?"
"Because I want tonight to be special, and burning my house down is not what I want tonight." She whispered back as she stirred the stir fry.
"Don't you have wards or spells up to keep the house from being burning or being attacked."
"Yes, yours' and Sarah Jane's as well. I take no chances when people I care about are at stake." She pulled away to dump the food into a dish to put at the table.
"And that counts for my cooking?" He smiled, following her with wine glasses.
"Of course." She laughed, setting the food down, sitting in the chair. Alan set the glasses down and sat across from her. "Happy Anniversary." Hermione smiled at him.
"Congrats to us for making it six months without the world being destroyed or evil Wizards coming after us." Alan smiled back, pouring the glasses.
"I'll give it another week for the next Alien attack." Hermione joked.
"Really, because I think it'll be another month before you'll get sent off again." He stated, as they out food on their plates. "To us." He raised his glass as they settled down.
Hermione raised her's to meet his. "To us, and to anybody else who could only wish to be as lucky as us." Their glasses clinked and they began to eat.
They were cleaning up an hour later and already had two glasses each in each of them. They both were smiling and laughing, trying to stay focus enough to actually clean up after themselves. Hermione leaned against the sink, her back turned to it, facing Alan as he brought over the wine glasses. She grabbed one, touching his hand, bringing him closer to her. "I haven't this much fun in so long Alan."
"I can say the same, but everyday with you is grand..." He trailed off, setting his glass in the sink behind her and wrapping his arm around her. He leaned down to capture her lips, silencing her giggling as she met him halfway. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her mind to foggy to remember that she still had the wine glass. She dropped it, letting it hit the floor, shattering on the floor.
The sound broke their trance and they pulled apart, breathing heavily. Alan looked down at the pieces of little glass around them. "Forget it." Hermione whispered.
He looked quickly up at her, eyebrow raised. "Yea?"
"Yea." She grabbed him by his shirt collar, closer to her. "I think," She looked him in the eyes. "I think we have better things to do."
"Yes." He whispered, kissing her, as they stepped over the glass shards. They pulled apart long enough to find the stairs. Running up to her room, they were already pulling their clothing off. "This is much better" Alan laughed as he closed the door behind them.
Hermione woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover. Groaning, she sat up to check the time. 10 am, sighing she looked around, seeing Alan asleep next to her. "What?" She rubbed her face with her hands and stood out of bed, she walked into the bathroom to use the toilet, coming out after a few minutes. He was still sleeping in her bed, on his stomach. Sighing she snuck out of her room and down stairs. "Oh, Hermione what did you do?" She asked herself as she walked into the kitchen.
"SHIT!" She shouted, as she walked into the piled of shard glass, her feet covered in blood. She bit her lip and hopped onto the counter, scooting over the sink.
"Hermione!" SHe heard Alan shout, as he came running down the stairs.
"Alan, don't come into the kitchen without shoes!" She shouted to him. "Bring me my wand to!" She shouted as he headed back upstairs.
She placed her feet in the sink and tried to clean off the blood, getting a few pieces of glass out. She heard Alan coming back down the stairs and turned to see him in pants
' and his sneakers. He handed her wand as he looked at the floor. "Did we break a glass last night? I don't remember much."
"Me either." Hermione whispered, she cast the spell to clean up the floor and then cast another to fix her feet. With the glass out, she still had blood to clean up.
"Let me help." Alan brought over a towel and wiped off her feet, pressing gently to make sure no glass was left.
Hermione smiled, watching him before looking around. She saw a bottle of wine on the table from last night. She summoned it to get a good look at it. "Is this the wine you picked out last night?" She asked him, he glanced at it and nodded. "Oh, Alan." Hermione sighed, setting it down next to her.
"What?" He asked, wrapping the towel around her feet.
"I'm afraid, that I haven't been truly honest with you." Hermione stated, looking down.
"What's wrong, Hermione what ever it is you can tell me." He lifted up her chin to look him in the eye.
She sighed, and lifted the bottle again. "This bottle here was a gift from ministry, from my first marriage. It has a small amount of a love potion and aphrodisiacs in it."
"But you said you weren't married." He replied, ignoring the last part of her sentence for the moment.
"I'm not." Hermione sighed, turning to face him more. "When I was nineteen, we had the Marriage Law for Muggleborn Witches and Wizards, which I am. And I had to marry a pureblood. I was dating a man named Ron Weasly. And We were already engaged so we just decided to get married, we were young and in love. It was suppose to work."
"But what happened?" Alan asked.
"Well, with the law, you're suppose to produce a child within the first year, and we tried for months. Finally we went to a mediwitch. Like a doctor. And they told us..." Hermione stopped, tears falling from her eyes.
"What?" He reached out and grabbed her hand.
"That I couldn't have child, There was no way for us to have a child." Hermione wiped away her tears. "So we went to the ministry and got the marriage annulled."
"Just like that?" He asked.
"I was excluded from the Marriage Law, but Ron wasn't, he was put into a system that picked his perfect person, his soulmate. It ended up being his ex-girlfriend Lavender. He's happy, so I'm okay with it. But because I couldn't produce children, I had to do something else to help. I was force to become and Auror or go to Azkaban."
"That's why you can't give up your job." He breath, stepping away to get a good look at her, the woman before him has been through so much. And yet goes on. "How did you get Teddy?" He asked, stepping closer again.
"Teddy was originally in Harry and Ginny's care, they had custody. But they already had two children and Ginny was expecting another. The custody was given to me, I was alone and Teddy being a werewolf needs full attention." She took a deep breath, happy to have that off her shoulders.
He stared at her, making her feel slightly uncomfortable but she knew that he had to process it all. So she remained quiet. She waited for a few more minutes, letting him think, but after another five minutes, she couldn't take it anymore. "Alan?"
"I was thinking, we already have Maria and Teddy. We don't need another child. If we want we could adopt. But right not, I think we are all set."
"Alan?" She asked again, staring at him.
"We're already a family Hermione, and I have no doubt the way we are going that it would be official anytime soon."
"Are you asking me to marry you?" She asked, she felt her heart wanting to burst.
"When we are ready for it, I wouldn't mind just having one house. As a family." He kissed her on the lips. "Do you think you could handle being a Misses again?" He asked.
"On one condition." She smirked.
"Anything." He smiled.
"It has to be Mrs. Jackson."
"By all means." He captured her lip, pulling her to him, holding onto her tight. He pulled her off the counter and carried her bridal style back up the stairs. Kicking the door close behind him.